[14] - monday's child.

「 eternal autumn. 」

all too well (10 minute version), ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ, 03.28

i wish to be enclosed in an eternal autumn; the long, sepia afternoons oftentimes shrouded in grey. i long for the cool sting of winter's nearing breath, and the melancholy music carried by the wind. i remember the early october moons, and the late november dawns. the comfort sitcoms and the russian novels, brownies and history homework. i find myself wishing to return to the season when i loved you the most, except, i wish to go alone.

i am not ready to enter springtime.

love will find me again one day, but i am not looking for it now.

am i terrified of falling in love again?

down to the very depths of my soul;

because i know i would never love the way i loved you ever again.